Ordinary life again.
Still ordinary.
Still precious.
Only now I knew with painful clarity how quickly it could shift, and how much of a life can hang on one choice made in a few impossible seconds.
Sometimes people hear my story and want to turn it into a clean lesson.
As if life rewarded me because I was good.
As if the universe keeps neat books.
I don’t believe that.
I’ve lived too long.
I’ve seen too much.
Good people get crushed every day.
Cruel people get promoted.
Kindness goes unnoticed.
Pain arrives without reason.
No, that isn’t the lesson.
The lesson, if there is one, is simpler and harder.
You do the right thing because you have to live with yourself afterward.
You stop because a human being is in pain and you are close enough to help.
You choose not to become the kind of person who keeps driving just because it’s inconvenient to be decent.
